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Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived […]

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some form of decency. Giving you the benefit of doubt, I play fast and loose with what common decency might be. Maybe there’s something about decency I don’t understand. I’m neither Jesus nor Aristotle, after all. […]

8 miles

8 miles

8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same […]

Cursed

Cursed

Cursed The old man said he didn’t want to go to the thrift store anymore. When I took him out to eat, we’d always passed the Goodwill. Whenever we passed, he’d always said, “Sometime I’d like to go to that Goodwill. I like going around and looking at all the things.” I’d noted the Chinese […]

Starts

Starts

Starts My mother rarely calls or messages. I call or message my mother even less than she calls or messages me. About the only time I call or message or go see her is for a birthday, holiday or when one of the carnival games of her illnesses and injuries – some real, some feigned […]

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Fair Exchange
stories

Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through … Continue reading Fair Exchange

8 miles
stories

8 miles

8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an … Continue reading 8 miles

Starts
stories

Starts

Starts My mother rarely calls or messages. I call or message my mother even less than she calls or messages … Continue reading Starts

Midlife Crisis
stories

Midlife Crisis

Midlife Crisis My midlife crisis began with my illness. My illness set me back. My illness reflected my mortality back … Continue reading Midlife Crisis

White Lies
stories

White Lies

White Lies Ricky hated gays. He hated fags. He hated queers. Ricky spoke with pride about his disdain for gays … Continue reading White Lies

Little Golden Books
fables, stories

Little Golden Books

Little Golden Books I grew up on Little Golden Books. I was raised on Little Golden Books. I was a … Continue reading Little Golden Books

Oscar
fables, stories

Oscar

Oscar His master opened the door. His master told Oscar to go outside to take a shit. Oscar trotted outside, … Continue reading Oscar

Production
mostly true stories, stories

Production

Production I awoke in the middle of a play that had already begun. I knew it was a play because … Continue reading Production

Carrots
stories

Carrots

Carrots The guard asked, “What would you like for your meal?” The prisoner replied, “I do not care.” The guard … Continue reading Carrots

The Comb
stories

The Comb

The Comb Jerry found a comb on the sidewalk. He picked it up. It was black and shiny. There was … Continue reading The Comb

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